She logs into her e-mail to see if anyone has left her a message. The computer clicks. The disk in the drive swirls and whirls. She taps her fingers on the desk while she waits, wondering what she should make for dinner. "Like the fucker will even eat it," she mumbles under her breath.
She's been married for 9 years. Leah has waited for that zing to hit her mind and her heart. She looks at Tim and does not see it. She doesn't feel it. Leah is numb in this. She's been numb longer than she can even remember. How many times has she asked herself, "I left my friends and family for this?" Too many. Too many nights going to bed alone. Too many days going online and buying toys on the sly and fucking herself silly because Tim sits his ass on the computer jacking off to pre-teen boys and girls on the fucking computer she's come to loath instead of coming to bed to fuck HER. The very computer she is now logging onto. Leah looks for that one zing that is going to make her feel like her life is worth living β as she lost that hope a long time ago.
No e-mail. Fuck. That's about normal. If she had an e-mail, she'd have been surprised.
Waits a minute, there's one in the junk folder.
"Come join MSN Chat!"
"What the hell," Leah whispers as she logs into BBW**.
Not 2 minutes into the chat room and she gets a private message from Phrozen.
Then another from a guy named Alan398.
Leah starts chatting in the room and feels like she's finally getting a bit of attention. She laughs out loud as a regular makes a joke about a horse and a blonde. She even starts checking out profiles and writing down names of people she'd like to chat with again. Before she knows it, 2 hours have passed and she still hasn't started dinner.
After she says goodbye to everyone in the room, she jumps up and goes into the kitchen and begins making spaghetti. She pulls out the noodles as Tim walks into the door. Tim looks at Leah, and she says, "Hey honey" with a smile on her face.
"What's wrong with you?" he chides, as he sets his lunch box on her newly polished table. Leah walks over and picks up the lunch box and sets it on the floor (as she's asked him to do a hundred times) before saying, "Nothing, just making dinner."
Tim grunts, "It's 7 o'clock, should have been ready by now" as he walks into the computer room and shuts the door.
Leah just rolls her eyes at this typical response and gets dinner going.
Several weeks months later, Leah is feeling like a regular member in BBW**. Not only does she talk to people she feels are real, sincere, and honest β but she isn't judged by her appearance. A lot of guys tell her that she's beautiful, and some are rather flirty, but none she has met have ever sparked her in a way that makes her heart beat faster.